The Decade Long Month

It’s only been a month, but the changes wrought in my life, in tandem with their rapid incorporation, has taffysweetlypulled that limited span of time into a many yeared stretch. I feel so anciently young. Previously listless, lifeless purpose has become infused with meaning, and a string of coincidences threading into the past makes one dubious of destiny’s falsity. The direction of the soul’s compass pointings isn’t exactly crystal clear, but it’s definitely a road of rosy outlook, and though a condensation cloud of sweet scent lingers over that path, it is fraught with the flesh-flaying barbs of Life’s darker aspects. One cannot appreciate a shadow puppet play without the interplay of contrast.


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